One day, after a mission you came home exhausted, sore, and had a few bandages in some places from cuts. Aizawa, who was sitting on the couch in the living room, heard you come inside and came over to check on you.

“You look like shit.”

You know he means it lovingly, but its much nicer when he's dragging you to the couch and sitting you down before he retrives the spare hairbrush in the drawer that sits next to the couch to start brushing and massaging your scalp, carefully giving you a back massage when he's done. It's really nice and it does show you that he cares. It's nice to be the one who can know what's under his icy exterior.

“Is this alright? Is it too rough on your scratches?”

A question he always asks when giving you these massages and pampering sessions, but he really, truly is concerned for you.